Dance for Me

14

ANDY'S POINT OF VIEW:

The excitement is running through my veins. It's been almost two weeks since we had someone down here, the last one gave up easily. He was a rat and we found out who he was snitching to...LAPD. Explains why Tony was being followed and pulled over not that long ago. This one though, this one is special.

I arrange for Ricky and James to take Mr. McCoy down to the basement while I can check up on Remi, just in case he's woken up. He never called though so I doubt it, that pill kicked his ass. And honestly, I rather have him asleep as much as possible during his withdrawals. As I make it up to my room, I stop to take a breather. Fuck, I'm so excited. My hands are literally shaking. I need to be calm for this though. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, then walk into the room. The bed is a mess of sheets but empty. Wait, Remi isn't in bed?

I look around frantically, if he gets out he will relapse, there is no doubt about it. He won't survive out there! I see light underneath the bathroom door and I instantly calm down, duh Andy, you idiot. I knock gently on the door and open it, sighing in relief. Remi is curled up into a ball on the floor, poor boy must have gotten sick. I wet a cloth and clean his face and chest up from all the sweat and pick him up gently, carrying him back to the bed.

"Andy?" He whimpers, his eyes barely opening as I lay him down. "Please stay, please? I'm so cold."

What the FUCK does this man do to me? I've never, not once, gave a fuck about anyone else. I never cared for someone, let alone loved anyone. I only kept company if I was lonely. But this, wow he pulls my heart strings. All the mushy shit. I can't stand it. But I can't help it either.

I lay down next to him, pulling him into my arms as he plays with my hoodie strings. I want him to go to sleep so I can finish what I barely gotten started. I bet they are having so much fun without me. But his cute brown eyes staring up at me, ugh I'm fucked.

"I'm scared," he whispers, nuzzling his head into my neck. His nose is ice fucking cold.

"I promise Remi, you have nothing to be scared of, you are safe here," I rub his back gently, he must be so sore from laying down all day.

"What happens when I go back out though? I don't want him to hurt me."

"Who, that sleazeball selling to you?"

Remi nods, pushing that damn cold nose into my neck more.

"He's taken care of babe. He won't cause you anymore issues."

Remi looks like he wants to ask but changes his mind, closing his eyes instead.

"I want you to sleep now, and damn it call me when you wake up this time! I'll come back up right away alright?"

"Dunno where my phone is," he yawns. "Wasn't with my clothes."

Fuck. Oops. I have it. Erm...

"I'll find it and put it by the bed, sound good?"

He nods, snuggling as close as he can until I eventually hear even sounded breaths. I'm not even mad, he is so cute.

I have to carefully pry myself away from him, luckily for me he doesn't wake up. He needs all the sleep he can get. Before I head down I make sure to put his phone on the end table, not before deleting the texts I made with Drake. I put my shoes back on and make my way down the stairs, pumped up and ready to go. I know Ricky and James will be having fun with him if he's woken up yet. That last injury to his head was pretty nasty.

I grab the hammer by the basement door and giddily jog down the steps, ugh this is like hearing the icecream truck when you are five! I smile when I see that no one has started yet, the fucker is still unconscious but now his arms are tied above his head.

"Do you need any help down here boss or are we free to go?" Ricky asks, his lanky body looking tired and slumped.

"Nah, this one is all mine, I'll call you when I need help with the clean up."

James salutes me and the pair run back upstairs, leaving me alone with my new friend. I drag a chair in front of him and sit down, thinking of my next move. How long of a process should this be? Should I let Remi in on it? Hmmm...

I stand up quickly and grab the hammer, slamming it against the man's naked foot. His eyes widen instantly and he starts squealing like a pig, shaking the chains and tears are running down his face. I feel stupid for feeling so fucking surprised at how loud he's being!

"Good morning sunshine!" I laugh, hitting his other foot even harder. His legs are kicking as he is screaming even louder, incoherent noises flooding from his mouth.

"You got the wrong guy! I've done nothing wrong! What the fuck is going on?"

My lips curve up in a giggle, shaking my head. "You don't remember how you got here do you?"

"No, no!" He screams when I slam it down on his knee, cringing a tad when his knee goes backward.

"Please, sir please," tears come down his prickly face, drool all over his mouth. "I just wanna go back home to my wife, she's pregnant, I have two other kids please!"

I have to sit down, this is so fucking funny!

"You idiot, I already know you don't have a fucking family!" I wipe my tears, this is golden.

Defeat reaches his face and he is crying hard shaking his head. "I haven't even fucking done anything to you! You think this is funny? What's going to happen when Jonny finds out?"

I twirl the hammer, smirking at the fool. "You've been raping my boyfriend." Does the idiot really not remember? We taaaaaalked about this already!

"I...I haven't raped anybody! I can prove it!"

How? How? I roll my eyes, standing back up quickly. I slide the bottom of the hammer right under his chin, oh how I love it when they shake. "My boy, my sweetheart, my little Remi, you've been hurting him, ring a bell? The gorgeous, fit Raven haired man with the legs that go on for days, most gorgeous warm brown eyes ever, does it ring a fucking bell now? Or do I have to remind you about how you forced heroin into his fucking foot and raped him! Huh? Remember now?!" I'm yelling at this point, I want to kill him and get it over with so bad, but my baby deserves justice.

My phone starts ringing and I sigh, who the fuck could it be now? Oh, speak of the devil!